Sin City exists simply for pleasure,
A soul’s audacity will seek its treasure –
But down here on Earth, what we call fun,
Has a monetary value called ‘eat and run’…
Note the weather, calm and stable,
And sit your body at that table.
You can’t imagine what you’d miss,
But if you don’t, you’d be remiss.
The gambling and booze epitomize
This town of money, sex, and lies.
But in the end, we’ll keep things light,
‘Cause every barking dog’s got bite…
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